Chapter Summary: Beacon Hill's side of the first chapter. Allison's view of how the group - Lydia and Scott in particular - acted towards Stiles while she was in the hospital. By the time she gets the chance to smack some sense into them, it's too late. Two weeks later, SHIELD stops by long enough to talk to the Sheriff and get some paper work signed. At least someone in town is willing to do what is right to let Stiles and Malia heal.

Trigger warnings for mental illness, an indirect mention of suicide and mention of rape.

The first time Allison woke up it was to bright lights and her father's tired face. She wasn't awake long; back under in a few blinks.

The next time she woke up, the room was dark and her father was asleep in one of the plastic chairs next to her bed. His hand was warm, wrapped loosely around hers.

Time moved in flashes for a while after that. Days and nights blended to a gray blur. Her father, Lydia, Scott: someone was always there when she woke up.

The first time she was awake long enough to clear a bit of the fog, she asked about Stiles. She fought for him, almost died for him. She had to know what happened.

Scott was the only one there at the time. "Later," he said, peppering her hand in kisses, "You're finally awake." She let him whisper loving words into her ear, putting her back to sleep.

But she didn't stop asking. She asked Lydia, Scott, Lydia and Scott, but every time they changed the subject.

It was four flashes later when she finally saw her father again. He seemed less tired than before, they started crying at the same time, and Allison had never seen him so broken before, not even when her mother died. Chris cried with slow falling tears and Allison worked herself into body shaking sobs. Chris calmed her down quickly, before taking any of the stitches in her chest. A nurse, not Melissa, watched them like a hawk. They cried, apologized and whispered "I love you" for a few minutes. The nurse left them soon after Allison calmed down enough to her satisfaction.

"Dad," Allison croaked, her voice rough with lack of use.

Chris wiped a tear from his daughter's cheek, waiting for her to continue.

"Stiles?" She asked, "What happened?"

"Scott or Lydia..." he trailed off, looking unsure and pained.

"They won't tell me anything. I have - I need to know."

Chris shook his head with a frown, "They beat the Nogitsune.

"Is he dead?" she pressed, "You can tell me," new tears started to well up.

"Last I heard he was alive,"
Allison let out a long breath, as relief washed over her. "Then why won't they talk about it. Why doesn't he visit?"

"I don't know." Chris whispered.
They sat in silence until Allison drifted back to sleep

She didn't press it with her father, but asked every time anyone else was over. Lydia always changed the subject, so subtle that Allison wouldn't notice until after she was gone. Scott was less subtle but even more stubborn.

Eventually Allison stopped asking. Based on the twinge around Lydia's eyes and the way Scott's shoulders tensed, she assumed he was healing. Maybe he wasn't ready to see her. Maybe he wasn't ready to face the hospital.

She didn't blame him. She couldn't go into their old basement after Gernard.

It hurt that he didn't visit, but she understood.

Time moved on, her pain med dosage went down and physical therapy started. She had to rebuild the strength lost from the punctured lung.

The doctors were surprised by the speed she was recovering. Allison was pretty sure that Scott's black-vein-pain-zap thing had something to do with it.

After she was released and a week of being home, Scott mentioned a party. "It will be to celebrate you getting out and getting better," he explained.
She was hesitant. She wasn't healed yet, not completely anyways.

"Everyone is going to be here," Scott promised.

She didn't need another reason.

Everyone was not there. Specifically, Stiles was not there.
Lydia was the one to pick her up, driving to Scott's in a pleasant silence.

She finally got to meet Kira, bonding over hidden family secrets and life changing supernatural announcements.

Isaac showed up with Derek and Peter in tow. The teen sent her a small wave while the other two ducked into opposite corners of the room.

Danny brought Ethan. "None of you are subtle," he said in way of explanation.

Two hours passed and Stiles wasn't there. Two hours and Allison finally cracked, "Where's Stiles?"

Lydia and Scott shared a look that Allison couldn't read.

"Probably with Malia," Kira said, sounding more like a question than a statement.

Allison turned her sites to the other girl, stalking closer. "Why aren't they here?' She demanded.

Kira took a step back.

Allison knew she needed to reign herself in, Kira was the only one to answer, she was the only one helping. But weeks of worry and desperation clawed their way out.
There was a hand on her shoulder, fingers small and nails painted red.

Lydia.

"Allison," she said. Her grip was light, still worried about hurting her. "Obviously they didn't show up."

Allison flinched away, less careful of her own wounds. She grunted, wrapping an arm around her chest. Kira steadied her with a hand on her arm. Scott darted forward but froze at Lydia's side when Allison glared.

"Why aren't they here? They aren't back in Eichen House are they? My dad said we got the Nogitsune and Stiles is alive. He is alive right? You wouldn't keep that from me."

"They're both alive," Kira reassured, squeezing lightly, "I don't think they are in Eichen," she looked around the room for confirmation.

"No," Scott whispered, "He's not."

"He's probably at ho-" Lydia began.

"You didn't invite him." All eyes snapped to Dany.

"They were both informed," Lydia said, "you can't blame us for them not showing up."

"Informed and invited are two very different things," Peter mused from his corner.

Scott flashed his eyes.

Peter snorted.

"Scott," Allison interrupted, "Yes or no, was Stiles invited?"

The scowl on the boy's face melted, and he seemed to deflate.

"No," he whispered.

"Malia?"

"No."

"Why?" Allison asked. She sagged, all her anger draining out of her. She was disappointed, she was hurt for her friends that deserved to be there with them.

"It doesn't matter," Lydia said, visibly drawing herself together.

"Doesn't matter?" Allison repeated. The words were sour in her mouth. "I risked my life for Stiles. We all risked our lives for him. I almost died. Aiden did die. And now it - now he doesn't matter?"

"We thought he needed time," Scott said. He sounded desperate, pleading that Allison understand.

"Yes, leave the person who was trapped in his mind alone with his mind," Peter said, "Because that's always worked out so well. Luck for us, instead of being left with the need for revenge, he will be controlled by his guilt." The man's face darkened, reminding them of the Peter they all wanted to forget. "You might as well have handed him a gun."

"He has nothing to be guilty for. That wasn't his fault." Scott argued.

"Hard to believe when there is blood on your hands." Peter pointed out, leaning against the wall with arms crossed over his chest. His face went blank again.

"He isn't alone," Lydia argued, "He has Malia."

"Yes, the girl who up until a few months ago lived as a coyote in the forest." Peter said.

"Malia is barely in touch with her human side, she doesn't know how to help him. At least not how he needs." Derek finished, shooting a look to his uncle. .

"He still has her," Lydia muttered.

"You're jealous," Danny announced, watching the redhead closely.

"No," she snarled.

"Then what?" Danny pushed, "A few months ago you were ready to die for him. And now he's back to being the scum on the bottom of your shoe."

"I'm scared," Lydia cracked, "The last time I saw Stiles I screamed Allison's name," She stared over Allison's left shoulder, refusing to make eye contact with anyone in the room. Tears filled her eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall; Lydia would never let them fall.

"That wasn't Stile's fault. The Nogitsune stole his face, his body, his mind. He didn't ask to be possessed. It could have just as easily been me holding you hostage as you scream his name. I know for a fact he would die for any of us." Allison took a long breath, "I'm not saying you need to get over it, but Stiles doesn't know why you're avoiding him."

"Stiles always assumes the worst in himself." Danny muttered, "You might have well told him it was all his fault. By avoiding him, you just reinforced that idea."

Lydia and Scott both jumped to defend him, but were cut off by Allison, "Has anyone told him it wasn't his fault?" She asked the room.

There was a long pause before Ethan cleared his throat. "I tried," he said, "I'm pretty sure he heard me." His voice cracked and Danny took his hand. "Malia wouldn't let me in. I think she thought I was there to hurt him. I wasn't," he added when Scott growled. "I went to tell him that I'm not mad at him. And that I don't think Aiden would have been either. We could have left at any time, but we didn't. It was our choice. I would give almost anything to have Aiden back. But he got to die as one of the good guys and after everything we did..." He trailed off and no one pushed him to elaborate. He cleared his throat, "Malia wouldn't let me see him. And I wasn't going to start yelling everything through the door. But he was there, on the other side. I could hear him. I left before I could say too much. His heartbeat was getting too fast. I - I don't know if he was breathing."

"Panic Attack," Scott muttered, he sounded pained, "He started getting them after -"

"His mother died," Lydia finished.
"It lasted so long. I thought he was going to pass out."

"He gets them a lot," Derek offered, earning looks from everyone but Peter. "He's pack," the man explained, Peter nodded in agreement. "The Alpha told us to leave him alone, but it doesn't mean I wasn't going to keep an eye on him."

Allison turned back to Scott, the wolf was collapsed on the couch, curled in on himself. "Scott-" Allison said.

His head jerked, his eyes went straight to Ethan. "Malia got him through it, right?" He asked, "If he passes out you're supposed to call the Sheriff right away. If he's out too long you need to call an ambulance or at least my mom. Does she know that? She should know that."

"Maybe if you went there you could help," Ethan said.

"I don't want to make it worse. Give him time away from this. Time to heal. Stiles said he needed time."

"And you believed him? Scott you know him better than that. You're supposed to be his best friend," said Danny.

"I am!"

"Then act like it."

Scott laughed, it was sad and bitter. Reminiscent of Stiles that hit a little too close to home for everyone in the room. "I'm a bad-" he stopped, cocking his head to the side. "Sheriff?" He said to no one in particular. As on cue a police cruiser came to a sharp stop outside, front lights illuminating through the windows.

The sheriff didn't bother turning the car off, and practically sprinted to the McCall's front door.

Scott met him there, already holding the door open.

"Is Stiles here?" The man demanded, barging passed the teen. He scanned the room, a combination of worry and determination that they had all seen on the boy in questions face many times before. "Have any of you seen Stiles tonight?"

Everyone shook their head, no one dare speak.

The Sheriff cursed under his breath, only worrying everyone more.

"Why?" Scott pressed, growing frantic, "What's going on?"

"Stiles is missing. Again."

Scott took a couple of slow breaths, squeezing the handle of the door he was still holding open to keep his hands from shaking. . "Maybe he went out for a drive?"

"We found the jeep," The Sheriff said, his voice was rough and detached. He was seperating himself from the facts. "The back tires are blown, the front windows are shattered. The passenger side door is missing and there's blood."

Allison gasped, crumbling into the closest chair. "No," she whispered.

"I didn't scream," Lydia said looking around the room frantically, "They have to be alive, I would know." She was tearing up again, maybe this time they would fall. Allison hoped not. She hoped it wouldn't get to that.

"I need one of the wolves to see if they can find a trail." The sheriff said, looking expectant around the room.

He wasn't short on volunteers.

Coulson didn't know what to expect when approaching Sheriff Stilinski. He was ready for a closed and detached, eager to sign over his son to them, just to get the kid out of his hair. He was ready for yelling and a gun in his face, demanding to they return his son. He brought Natasha to strike fear into the first one, and Steve to reason with the second. Clint showed up when they were leaving, already sitting in the pilot seat when Phil got there. At that point he didn't have the heart to tell the archer to leave.

They arrived at the police station midafternoon. It was shortly after lunch and well before dinner; less people should have been around, they were less likely to draw any unwanted attention. The woman at the front desk openly stared at them before demanding that they stop at the front desk before moving on. They ignored her, walking straight to the Sheriff's office.

The Sheriff held himself as a man who's fought hell and was ready to do it again. The bags were dark under his eyes and the beard growing in was dusted with silver. There was a coffee stain on his shirt and ink on his fingers. His cloths were unwrinkled and shirt tucked in. A man who looked as if he knew working to the bone did little to help the cause. He was 'a man of his own skin,' Phil noted. This man, whose gaze clearly said 'speak or get the fuck out' Phil could respect.

As they left, forms signed and tucked under his arm, Phil was not disappointed. He smiled as Clint pulled out of the parking lot, narrowly avoiding the green bike that dogged passed. A large SUV and a motorcycle followed after it. "To be a fly on that wall," Phil muttered.

Clint snorted.

Natasha punched her partner in the shoulder, reaching from behind the back seat. "What?" The man squawked.

"Tony can probably hack us in," she suggested to Phil.

She was with Lydia when Parrish sent the string of mass texts to the group.

"Heavily armed people, no identifying logo."

"Talking to Sheriff alone"

"Mentioned Stiles before door closed"

Nobody texted back, already on their way. They all knew it, there was no need to talk about it.

Alison and Lydia arrived before everyone else. The wolves were out in the forest doing another search for their trail. The only clue they had was one of Stiles' shoes left in a clearing about a mile from the road. The girls were with Parrish when the suites left. Three men and a woman, all armed as Parrish had said, and looking various degrees of dangerous.

They left without a word, pulling out at the same time the others pulled in. Scott was at the lead, heading straight to the Sheriff's office with a level of determination that Allison wished he showed before Stiles went missing.
The sheriff didn't say anything, ushering Scott back out of his office and into a conference room. Everyone followed. Alison was surprised when her father showed up with Peter in tow.

"Stiles has been found." The sheriff said, sinking into a chair at the head of the table. "Malia too."

"Are they?" Lydia said, she couldn't say it. "I didn't scream. They can't be..." The girl trailed off desperate to know if her instincts, the thing they have been depending on to know if they were alive, were wrong.

"They're alive. Malia is mostly healed and Stiles was out for a few days, but they say he is doing much better now." The Sheriff said. The room relaxed slightly, as if they all let out a breath.

"Where are they?" Scott demanded. "We have to-"

"I don't know," The Sheriff interrupted, sagging, defeated in his chair. "They wouldn't tell me."

"Are they bringing them back to Beacon?" Parrish asked.

The Sheriff shook his head, "The kids are safer staying with them." The room went silent, it hurt to be reminded that they were just kids, that the majority of them were technically still kids.

"What happened?" Derek asked after a moment of silence. "Why won't they be safe here?"

"Since when has it been safe here?" Allison snorted before she could catcher herself.

"They were taken by Hydra," The Sheriff said before Chris could say anything to her. "Apparently the Nogitsune caught their attention."

"The terrorist group?" Parrish asked, "From World War II."

The older man nodded. "They went after Stiles. Malia was in the way so they took her too. Hydra had them for a week."

"How did they escape?" Allison asked.

"SHIELD was running a mission and accidentally found them. It was a freak accident while they were taking down the base."

"SHIELD?" Scott asked, looking around the room confused.

"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division," Chris said, "They do deep cover work and were only rumors until the alien invasion. They back the Avengers."

"Stiles will be staying with them," The Sheriff said.

Scott's eyes flashed red, "How could you?"

John slammed his hands on the table, causing Scott to flinch back and his eyes turn back to normal. "I did what was best for my son."

"He needs to be home with his family and friends." Scott argued.

"Because that went so well the last time?" Peter drawled.

"We had our chance, Scott," the Sheriff said, "He wasn't getting better. I didn't know where to start. I still don't. They don't cover demon possession in the academy or any parenting books. The closest thing I can think of is r-" he chokes back tears, "rape." The room fell deathly silent as the Sheriff scrubbed his face. 'But even that doesn't seem to come close enough. I could barely look at him. He was so broken and I had no idea what to do. I was failing my kid. But SHILED offered to help. They have specialists who've dealt with brainwashing and mind control. They can help in ways I never could."

"So you handed him off?" Scott growled, "Abandoned -"

"I would rather die than deny my son the help he needs. I'm letting anyone's pride getting in the way of that."

"But you're leaving him with complete strangers!" Scott yelled.

"Those strangers have shown more loyalty to Stiles in the last few months than anyone else in this room, myself included." The Sheriff drew in a ragged breath, calming himself down. "Ultimately it will be their choice. If Stiles and Malia want to return to Beacon Hills once Stiles is released from medical, then SHIELD won't force them to stay. I won't force them home, and I want them to have to option to stay."

"How do you know if they actually have them?" Derek asked.

"I don't, at least not for sure. But they gave me this," he pulled a sleek Stark Phone from his pocket. "When Stiles is ready, he will call."

"Why did they give you a new phone?" Danny asked from the back of the room.

"They want to keep the line private and secure," The Sheriff fiddled with the phone in his hands, "They were pretty clear that none of you should contact them until they were ready."

The room blew up with sound, as everyone started arguing at once.

Allison stopped herself, instead she watched the Sheriff. He held the phone carefully in his hands is if it was glass. She was about the yell, tell everyone to quiet down when Danny whistled.

"Did they tell you why?" He asked. Scott moved to interrupt, but flinched back in surprise when Danny glared at him.

The man nodded, "So he doesn't feel guilty for staying with them."
"So we're never allowed to talk to him again?" Scott blurted.

"No," Lydia said before anyone else could speak. "Scott, the last two years has been Stiles dropping everything to save one of us. He slept in the hospital lobby when I first started changing and everyone, you especially, knows how much he hates being there. He willingly faces off with your father so you don't have too and he openly dislikes Stiles to the point of hatred. If these people can help him and one of us says something about him coming home, he would. You complain about how hard math has been? He'll come back to help tutor you. If I mention something about having to carry bags I know he would come running to be there the next time I went shopping. He's done it before. He might not be in love with me anymore but I know I'm still on his list."

"I get it." Scott mumbled, "I just need to apologize."

"Yes, you need to apologize. You need to not feel guilty anymore" Peter spat.

"No," Scott hissed, "That's not what I meant."

"Oh?" Peter raised an eyebrow, "Because from what I hear you only need Stiles to forgive you."

"I need him to know that I'm sorry and that I'm a horrible friend." The young alpha argued.

"And that's why you're not allowed to talk to him," Peter strolled forward from where he was just perched on a table in the back. Using one hand he leaned forwards on the conference table, and pointed at Scott with the other. Scott flashed his eyes, but the older man ignored it. "Figure out what you want to say before you talk to him."

"Why do you care?" Alison blurted. She fought the need to blush when the man turned his gaze to her.

He stared for a second, studying her, before straightening and brushing at his cloths. "Because, as Miss Martin said before, we all would be dead a long time ago without him. He's been my favorite since the beginning and I refuse to find another."

"If Stiles and Malia decide to stay with SHIELD, they will set up an email or something where you can send either of them a messages." Everyone but Allison turned their attention back to the Sheriff. Instead she watched Peter melt back to the edge of the group. The Sheriff kept talking, "But no guarantee the messages will get to them. SHIELD said that all letters will be check beforehand."

"They'll read his mail?" Lydia asked.

"They said a computer will scan for it keywords. I didn't ask for details."
"Do you know when we will be able to write him?" Scott asked, he looked at the man with bright eyes.

The Sheriff shook his head.

"Hopefully soon," Allison said to no one in particular as she glanced around the room. She was glad that Stiles and Malia were saved. A dark part of her mind wanted to know what exactly happened while they were kidnapped. The rest of her wanted to throw-up just thinking about it. She hopped she got the chance to see them again. She was already planning her letter, hopefully Stiles will get the chance to read it.

AUTHORS NOTE: I have reasoning on why everyone acted as they did, and I hope people get it without thinking they are too out of character. Scott's reasoning was hardest for me to get into words and for it to seem normal. That's kind of why he is emotional. His wolf has him on edge and his rock, the thing that always kept him calm (as a bro) is gone and he doesn't know how to handle it. Stiles has always been Scott's rock, life suddenly changed and one of the few things that supported him his WHOLE life is gone? He isn't going to respond maturely as you would hope or as Stiles would need. Again, feel free to message me with questions or comments about all that.

I plan to make this a story, like a full blown story. But I'm not 100 percent sure of the plot. That I'm still working on. If for some reason I don't return, then at least these questions are answered.

Depending on how the Stiles and Avengers side of the story goes, I might write a few more of the of the Beacon Hills moments. Just occasionally jump back to them, maybe use the letters mentioned above for that. Thoughts?

As of right now, I am going to avoid romantic relationships. I have my reasons and I am more than happy to share them with everyone, but I doubt that you all want me to blabber on for ever. Let's just say that, though there are more details to my reasoning, Stiles (in my mind) isn't in a place for a romantic relationship with anyone. with that being said, this fic is going to have ALL of the family feels between people.

If you have any ideas as to how the plot should progress, please share! Or if you have requests, or comments or concerns, feel free to comment here or PM me! I'm really bad at responding, but I try!